Larry Lets Bethany Come to Miami — But Sharra Immediately Senses Trouble
The house is quiet.
A single lamp casts a warm glow across the room.
Outside, faint traffic hums in the distance.
LARRY sits at the dining table scrolling through his phone.
Flight confirmations.
Hotel reservations.
Travel schedules.
He exhales slowly, clearly exhausted.
Soft footsteps echo from the hallway.
Bethany appears in the doorway.
Her face is calm… almost too calm.
Larry notices her immediately and straightens.
LARRY
What is it, Bethany?
She walks into the room slowly.
BETHANY
I heard you’re going to Miami.
Larry pauses.
LARRY
Yeah. Just a short trip.
Bethany folds her arms.
BETHANY
I want to come with you.
Larry blinks in surprise.
LARRY
Come with us?
BETHANY
Yes.
Silence fills the room.
Larry leans back in his chair, studying her.
LARRY
Bethany… you know that trip is already complicated.
She nods calmly.
BETHANY
That’s why I’m offering a compromise.
Larry raises an eyebrow.
LARRY
A compromise?
Bethany steps closer to the table.
BETHANY
I’ll stay in a different hotel.
Larry watches her carefully.
BETHANY
I won’t interfere with your plans.
A beat passes.
BETHANY
No drama. No problems.
She looks directly at him.
BETHANY
I just want to be in Miami too.
Larry rubs his chin, thinking.
Her voice softens.
BETHANY
You don’t even have to see me if you don’t want to.
The words hang heavily in the air.
Larry sighs deeply.
LARRY
Why do you want to come so badly?
Bethany hesitates for a split second… then answers carefully.
BETHANY
Because I want us to stop fighting for once.
Larry studies her face.
Something in his expression softens.
Finally—
LARRY
Alright.
Bethany looks up quickly.
LARRY
You can come.
But his voice turns serious.
LARRY
On one condition.
BETHANY
Name it.
Larry stands now, facing her directly.
LARRY
No scenes.
No arguments.
No surprises.
Bethany nods slowly.
LARRY
You stay in your own hotel.
Separate from us.
Bethany raises her hand slightly.
BETHANY
I promise.
Larry searches her face for any sign of deception.
After a moment, he nods.
LARRY
Fine.
LARRY
You can come.
Bethany smiles faintly.
But something behind that smile feels… hidden.
INT. KITCHEN – NEXT MORNING
Sunlight pours through the windows.
SHARRA stands at the counter drinking coffee.
BROOKE scrolls through her phone.
DESTINY eats cereal at the kitchen island.
Suddenly—
Brooke’s phone buzzes.
She reads the message.
Her expression changes instantly.
DESTINY
Why you looking like that?
Brooke slowly looks up.
BROOKE
Bethany is coming to Miami.
Destiny nearly drops her spoon.
DESTINY
WHAT?!
Sharra slowly lowers her coffee mug.
SHARRA
Say that again.
Brooke turns her phone toward them.
BROOKE
Larry said she can come.
Silence spreads across the kitchen.
Destiny shakes her head slowly.
DESTINY
This is not good.
Sharra’s eyes narrow slightly.
SHARRA
Where is she staying?
BROOKE
Separate hotel… apparently.
Destiny lets out a nervous laugh.
DESTINY
Yeah… because Bethany definitely respects boundaries.
Sharra looks toward the window.
Her voice quiet.
SHARRA
If Bethany is flying to Miami…
She pauses.
SHARRA
She’s not coming for vacation.
Destiny nods slowly.
DESTINY
She’s coming for something.
Brooke swallows nervously.
BROOKE
Do you think she’s planning something?
Sharra doesn’t answer right away.
She just stares outside.
Her instincts already warning her.
SHARRA
Bethany doesn’t travel across the country for nothing.
The room grows quiet.
Destiny leans back in her chair.
DESTINY
Miami just got a lot more interesting.
Brooke looks uneasy.
BROOKE
Or dangerous.
Sharra turns back toward them.
Her voice low.
SHARRA
Something tells me…
She pauses.
SHARRA
This trip isn’t going to end peacefully.
The three exchange worried looks.
INT. BETHANY’S ROOM – SAME TIME
Bethany quietly closes her suitcase.
She zips it slowly.
Then she looks at her phone.
A slow smile spreads across her face.
Because while everyone thinks she made a promise…
Bethany already knows one thing.
Promises can always be broken.